San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-01-24


"All the dreaming is broken through;
Both what is done and undone rue,
Nothing is steadfast, nothing is true,
But your love for me, and my love for you,
My dearest, dearest hearth
"when the winds are loud, when the winds are
low, ~
When the roses come, when the roses go,
One thought, one feeling, is all / know,
My dearest, dearest hearth
"Tbe time is weary, the year is old,
And the light Of the lily burns close to the
mold;
The grave is cruel, the grave IS cold,
But the other side is the city of gold,
My dearest heart, my dearest hearth
The lights and the flowers, the fair
faces and jewels, swan before me. 1t
seemed to me that was faint and ill
from the odor of violets. l went from
the piano to the other end of the room.
Icould sing no more that night. A tall
jdrdipiere, filled with exquisite white
orchids, which stood near afforded me
shelter. and from behind the white fra
grant flowers l could see and hear all
that passed. Lady Yorke came to me
there and said that must rest.
You musical people take so much
out of yourselves" she said. You
throw your whole souls into your songs.
Look at Lord Severne. Who is his
dearest heart / wonderp"
Lady Severne," replied, quickly.
But Lady Yorke shook her head.
THAT is marriage l cannot under
stand,' she said. slowly; but l begin
to see what Lord Severne's secret is"
would have given worlds for courage
to ask her to explain her words, but l
did not dare to do so.
She left me, and 1 watched husband
and wife. There was something be-
tween them-some shadow. She SEEM
ed to me half afraid of him. He regard
ed her closely. He was i'll at ease if
she said much, if she laughed or at
tracted much attention. He reminded
me of some one who had the care of a
forward child always on the point of
breaking out into mischief. They new
eT looked at each other with eyes of
trust or love. | had not watched them
one half hour before felt and saw that
Mark was wretched.
What could it be? Lady Severne was
beautiful, graceful, elegant, and we'll
bred. What could be wrong with her?
There was something, l felt sure.
Later on that evening, when l sat
with aching heart and tired eyes, long
ing for the hour of dismissal, Lady
Yorke came to me again.
"You look so tired, Miss Chester"
she said; Twill not ask you to sing"
We both glanced across the room to
where Lady Severne, in her white vel
vet and diamonds. was the centre of a
laughing group.
GLOW beautiful she isl" I said. The
words seemed wrung from me in very
bitterness of heart.
"Yes.n said Lady Yorke. st is a
strange thing that the canker always
eats the heart of the fairest rose;" and
then, seeming vexed at her own words,
she fastened to change the subject.
When she had gone. l looked long
and earnestly at Marks wife. What
could be wrong with this beautiful
woman? Nothing with her moral char
acter, or she would not be here at West
wood. With all her nonchalance and
indifference, there was no prouder wom-
an living than Lady Yorke. She would
not have associated with duchess who
had a blot on her character. There
could be nothing of that kind. l saw
no blemish in Lady Severne's manner.
She was lively, animated, but not
FAST" she was witty and clever, but
not loud" l lost myself in conject-
ure. One thing only was quite plain to
me-there was something wrong with
Marks wife, and between them there
was no love.
The days that followed were busy
ones. The month of May was bright
and warm. Lady Yorke enjoyed pic
MICS, and several were organized
Whatever fiirtations were going on had
no interest for me: | saw only Mark
and Marks wife. He and never spoke,
we never exchanged even a look; we
were as perfect strangers. The only
time we broke through our rule of ST.
lence was when he told me that he
hoped would forgive the intrusion of
his presence, but that he could not
leave WestwOOd so soon as he had in
tended; Lady Severne was not willing.
did not go to any of the picnics.-
Lady Yorke seemed to understand that
was neither well nor happy just then,
and she was very kind to me. noticed
that once or twice Lady Severne was
absent. She remained at home while
the others went, and, on those days L
saw uneasiness on Lady Yorke's face,
and misery in Marks eyes. On these
occasions Lady Severne remained Sc
cluded in her own room, and her maid
in strict attendance upon her..
That maid, Martha Clyde by name,
was a puZZIe 10 me. Prim. Teticent.
never using two words where one would
sufIice. kind Int with never a smile up-
on her face; gentle, yet with a certain
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